Fiendfyre Curse

Lyon took out his wand, then picked up the book that interested him most from the stack and opened it.

Practical Instruction in the Dark Arts

After his men had thoroughly scoped out Diagon Alley, they had searched for bookstores nearby and happened to find some books in a shop in Knockturn Alley. This book had come from there.

This one book had cost a full 20 Galleons. Of course, Lyon had only allowed his men to buy it.

He wanted to test the Dark Magic talent he had just received from the system.

When he opened the book, the first page contained a spell.

Fiendfyre Incineration.

Lyon's eyes widened. He really did remember this spell.

Goyle had used this spell in the original story. The Fiendfyre it unleashed could not be extinguished with water, reminding Lyon of white phosphorus—but its effects were even more vicious.

He flipped through the book and actually found the casting method.

After glancing around the room, he knew he could not cast the Fiendfyre Curse here. Who knew whether the Fiendfyre would swallow the entire building?

Lyon quickly went downstairs. This was the Razor Gang's headquarters, located amid a cluster of villas on the outskirts of the city, where no one lived nearby.

Lyon found a patch of wasteland and raised his wand.

"Fiendfyre Incineration!"

The next instant, scorching heat burst from the tip of his wand. A flash of black-red light appeared, and black-red flames suddenly sprang up in the open space!

Fiendfyre!

In the original story, even casting an ordinary spell properly required considerable time. Yet he had succeeded on his very first try!

[Ding! Spell acquired: Fiendfyre Incineration. Proficiency +10!]

[Ding! Spell: Fiendfyre Incineration. Proficiency has successfully reached Beginner!]

[Ding! Spell: Fiendfyre Incineration. Proficiency has successfully reached Proficient!]

Several notification chimes sounded in succession beside his ears. Lyon's pupils contracted. He learned that fast?

Was the system's Dark Magic Prodigy talent really this powerful?

"Open the system panel."

[Host Panel]

[Name: Leon Shelby]

[Magic Strength: Level 5]

[Talents:

1. Surging Magic: The host's magic strength is doubled.

2. Dark Magic Prodigy: You can effortlessly learn and master any Dark Magic you study and practice.]

[Mastered Spell: Fiendfyre Curse (Proficient)]

"System, what is this spell proficiency about?"

[Ding, proficiency is divided into Beginner, Proficient, Silent, Wandless, and Master.]

Lyon roughly looked into it. At the Beginner stage, there was a chance of casting failure.

Once one reached Proficient, one could cast spells completely and correctly. The later stages, Silent and Wandless, were easy enough to understand.

[Ding, once proficiency reaches Master level, the host may evolve spells according to the host's understanding of them.]

Lyon was tempted. Besides, judging by his Dark Magic talent, spell proficiency should be easy to improve.

Perhaps before long, he could directly learn wandless casting and reach the Master level!

"Godfather! Mr. Mike is looking for you."

Just as Lyon was practicing his spell, a Razor Gang member approached respectfully from the distance and looked at him.

"Have him come over directly."

Mike arrived soon afterward, though more than a dozen men followed behind him.

"Boss, our scouts in Diagon Alley caught several people claiming to be wandering wizards."

Lyon raised an eyebrow in surprise after hearing that.

"You said they have no magical ability, yet you caught several wandering wizards?"

Mike also felt that sounded absurd, but that was indeed what had happened.

Lyon looked at the more than ten Razor Gang members behind him. Most of them were stained with blood, each holding a Thompson submachine gun, their muzzles aimed at the three people standing in the center.

With more than a dozen submachine guns pressed to their foreheads, the wandering wizards did not dare utter a single word.

"Those three?"

"Yes, Boss."

Lyon stepped forward and examined the wizards.

"Tsk, tsk. Three wizards, caught by a few of my Muggle subordinates."

The three wandering wizards did not dare say a word. Lyon frowned when he noticed that all three were staring aggrievedly at the dozen or so Razor Gang members holding Thompson submachine guns.

"Come on, tell me what happened."

As Lyon spoke, one of the Razor Gang members poked a wandering wizard in the middle with his gun barrel.

"Godfather, there were originally three of them. After we entered Knockturn Alley, they kept following us..."

"When we noticed we had tails, we circled through an alley and took two of them out. I figured they could not cast any magic with guns pressed to their heads, so we brought them back."

The Razor Gang member was a burly man. As he spoke, he jabbed the wandering wizard in front of him hard with his gun.

"Good work." Lyon smiled, then changed his tone. "But don't do this again next time."

"Huh?" The burly man had just been about to agree when he heard Lyon's next words, and his expression turned flustered.

"Godfather, I..."

"You did nothing wrong, but I do not want you risking your lives for me. You are more valuable alive than dead."

After Lyon finished speaking, the burly man let out a breath of relief, and warmth filled the hearts of the dozen Razor Gang members.

Though Lyon's words sounded cold, the Razor Gang knew that he was concerned for them.

"Yes, Godfather!"

Lyon truly did not want his men taking risks.

They had been lucky this time. Wandering wizards were generally weak, but if they encountered stronger wizards, whether these dozen men could return alive would be uncertain.

A few words from Lyon left his dozen subordinates deeply grateful. He then turned to look at the wandering wizards.

"Come on, tell me what you plan to use to buy your lives."

The three wandering wizards looked surprised after hearing the conversation.

They had never expected that the boy before them, who was only eleven years old, would be such a terrifying mafia boss!

But they quickly came to their senses and began speaking one after another.

"My lord! Your men took our wands and everything else we had!"

"My lord, please spare us! I do not even have a single Knut left!"

Two of them spoke, while the remaining wandering wizard swiftly glanced over Lyon and his group's clothing and mannerisms.

"My lord, I am certain you need a place to exchange Muggle currency for Galleons, don't you?"

The wandering wizard spoke very quickly, drawing Lyon's attention.

"You're quite sharp. Go on, what do you know?"

When Lyon said that, the other two wizards wore regretful expressions, as though wondering why they had not thought of it.

The wandering wizard swallowed. "Northern Ireland has always accepted Muggle currency. Roughly 100 pounds can be exchanged for one Galleon. If you need it, I can take you there."

"There are many rules there. If you have a guide, you will be safer. If you can keep me alive..."

The man was playing a little trick. He deliberately did not give the exact location, seeing Lyon as young and inexperienced and hoping to use this chance to escape.

"Tell me the location."

Lyon cut off the wandering wizard with a single sentence, leaving him silent. His little scheme had actually been seen through by Lyon.

"If I tell you the location, you..."

"Fiendfyre Incineration!"

The wandering wizard had only gotten halfway through before Lyon coldly cut him off. A black-red spell shot directly into another wandering wizard beside him!

"Aah! No! Aah!!"

Black-red flames instantly ignited across the wandering wizard beside him, devouring his body at an astonishing speed.

The only sound in the empty wasteland was that wandering wizard's screams, like the final howl of a demon from hell before its annihilation!

In just a few seconds, the wizard was completely consumed by Lyon's Fiendfyre, leaving not even a fragment of bone behind!

"Gulp..."

The wandering wizard who had just tried to negotiate fell silent.

Could someone please tell him why a little boy who looked to be merely of school-entry age could wield such terrifying Dark Magic so skillfully?

And he had effortlessly seen through his little scheme. To possess such cunning at that age was terrifying.

"If you do not tell me the location within three seconds, you will end up just like him."